Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Real Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.